Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.